We crashed into the bank of Don Dhet and I jumped out of that boat as if there were crocodiles giving chase.
Not a professional writer himself, and repeatedly cautioning that the horrors he endured are indescribable, he nevertheless gets across some of the — for lack of a better word - existential brutality of the journey: We were very silent, it was not easy to talk: but sledging is always a silent business.
They believed that examining the embryos of key species, such as the Emperor penguin, would show how the species—and, by extension, how the family of birds as a whole—had evolved. Scott's strategy called for a large team of men, ponies, motor sledges and dogs to start out southward from their base, hauling food and fuel on sledges.
The bus was already full, and he made us wait for nearly an hour. This march was to be done during the Antarctic summer in — Meares [the dog-driver] had a bad trip home I suppose.All three men, barely alive, returned from Cape Crozier with their egg specimens, which were stored. I remember a long discussion which began just now about cold snaps…what constituted a cold snap? They talk of the heroism of the dying — they little know — it would be so easy to die, a dose of morphia, a friendly crevasse, and blissful sleep. He pulled out some plastic stools and made people sit in the aisles as they packed more and more people on the bus. Never again will I complain. The bus was already full, and he made us wait for nearly an hour. Everybody I had met said that the four thousand islands were amazing! Apsley Cherry-Gerrard —- and let me say now what a wonderfully plummy name that is, worthy of some mad squire in a Waugh novel -— was, at twenty-four, the baby of the expedition. Cherry-Garrard's description of the frozen tent that contained three of them is one of the most dramatic sections of the book.
We again had to purchase new tickets for the boat. The discussion lasted about a week.
All three men, barely alive, returned from Cape Crozier with their egg specimens, which were stored.